July

Wake me gently July, 
brings the beautiful summer days of ardor 
my dreams again. 
So wrote the poet of the text 
friend. 
There is still time to cool the summer, 
the time when the birds leave the nest. 

High on a hill, under the open sky 
the place is lovely's friend. 
The summer trips, 
wild moments, 
longing for the cranes in the sky, 
warble songs. 
Summer Night on the girls 
disciplining your loved ones. 

Somewhere in the night a lonely 
Goblin, the day the beam 
must see. 
Blinded by now, once again. 
In autumn, its fate 
submits dignity; 
not afraid of the dark night. 
Pacific peace in their hearts only 
fraud is revealed.